Lyrics:
Running up bands while I try to be the best
Did it on time ok, this my confess-
Ion riding round town you dead wrong
Nigga I won by a long shot
Ooh, pop
up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
Mwa, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four-four,
blessed
Now run it
Who run it
I know these crazy ass tricks trying to get into some fun shit
I know some people trying to party by the one six
I'm not
guilty no plea
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain they say I'm crazy like they didn't know
See I'm
(ScareCrow)
Please stay sleep, please stay sleep
please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep
Sippin on six murder minutes, the sauce I give blood
from
this
stay awake at night crave
now I'm paid for this
still we ain't shit
a hundred thousand ain't rich
I take a chip
flip a grip and multiply it by
zaza con sabor a fresa
Parezco la realeza
Pura chica inglesa enamorá de mi belleza
Yeah bitch
Im bout to get rich
Im standing on this
And now in 6'6
There was an old man in my home town
had a gold tooth -hair was brown
Ran a drug store down on main street
Wore cowboy boots on his big feet.
I
boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Skinny boy six foot three
Heart bigger than an SUV
Lord knows I been through hell and back
Ducking jail and crack
And still I came out on t-o-p
This
they see me, gimme daps
Put our small ass town
On a big ass map
Griffey fuckin bars
Yeah they know me over here
What they say about the top
Its getting
crooksville town 2 dark sound
Sound like evil Devilicious abracadabra ridiculous
My flow so low like a cowboy big man toys here smoking cig cut off pussy
saw him the other night down town
Wilding out man, it was crazy
Running around headpin
Waving a gun at frat boys and shit
Ay dog, I heard you got those
crew blunts and brew for the Hip-hop school.
Girls got my picture posters, pin-ups.
want to skin up (big up, big up).
It's a race against
on a brand new six,
La la la la la la la la la la
I just taught my young boys how to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
From Broke As A Joke To Rich As A Bitch
I Bought A Plane And A Boat And 6 Other Whips
No More The From Dice On The Curb I'm Stackin Up Chips
But
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm...
Chillin' in my four point six at the light
Bout to be VIP for
To the club thirty deep
Plenty of ice to show
Mami say she never rolled in a six before
(Fiesta)
Never seen a young cat this rich before
Yeah Kelly
the day
Big Moonrock blow out your face
I'm down to the ground by high as a cloud
Create my own wave don't follow the crowd
Work like a slave but mama she
awards and
It's powered by Nissan
Big Tigger off the top, it's what we do
Everybody in Hip Hop, please stop through!
BET instabooth LIVE from the
Carpet
Wun, y'all done fucked up now
Oh, shit, 'Ryde or Die', nigga
It's Yung Wun with the big gun
What you gon' do, boy?
You betta sit down, boy, we
that it's gonna be a big one
And the snow is settin' in
And I don't want her cold while I ain't at home
The way that I have been
Spendin' my nights
with money from the floor to ceiling
Six Figures man a chasing Six Figures
I wouldn't touch your girl unless them hips wiggle
I'm the best no discussion
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
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